His Wife, My Toy: Part 2

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Monday May 26 20:00There she is, on my screen, looking nervous. Just above the bottom of the screen are her naked breasts.“Good evening, Pet.”“Good evening.”“How are you this evening?”“Nervous.”“Again?” I smile. “What do you have to be nervous about?”The woman looks into the camera, eyes not quite focused. “I’m nervous because I don’t know what you… want.”I smile again. “What do you think I want?”“I don’t know.”I let my tongue slide across my lips, savouring the moment. “Cup your breasts.”The woman does as she is told, her hands supporting the weight of her mammaries.“Now push them together.”Again she complies, looking more nervous than ever.Again I savour the moment. “Is your husband there?” I ask.She nods.“Well, we all know why we’re here, don’t we?”The woman doesn’t answer this, just sits, holding her breasts in position, pushed up against each other.“Cuck!” I say, hailing her husband. “Help your wife out. Why are we doing this?”“Because… Because…” His voice is unsteady.I decide to help him out. “We’re doing this because you want to see another man fuck your wife, aren’t we?”The woman cringes at the directness of this as her husband’s disembodied voice, coated in masochism says, “Yes.”“Hear that, Pet?” I say to the woman. “We’re here because your husband wants to see another man fuck you.” I pause. “And it’s what you want too, isn’t it? To be fucked by another man.”The woman casts her eyes down but doesn’t speak.“Never mind,” I say, “we’ll get there.”The woman still sits there, hands on breasts.“What else, Cuck?” I say. “I bet you’re keen to see your wife suck another man’s cock too, aren’t you?”Again that strange, masochistic, disembodied voice, “Yes.”Pet looks very nervous now. “What do you think about that, Pet?”Her lip trembles. “I don’t know.”“No? Well, time will tell.”I wait, in case she decides to say something, but she doesn’t.“I’m sorry, Pet,” I say. “I’m being very rude. I haven’t told you how stunning you look.”This seems to perk her up a little. “Thank you.”“Stand up!”She rises, her head and breasts disappear out of the frame, but almanbahis şikayet instead I’m treated to the sight of stocking-tops and naked pubes.“Very good!” I say. “I’m pleased with you, Pet. Very pleased with you for following instructions.”“Thank you,” she says.“Give me a little twirl.”She turns, not quite twirling or spinning, but it doesn’t matter.“I love the look of your arse,” I say.“Thank you!”“I can’t wait to give it a good squeeze.”“Thank you!”I smile to myself. “Sit down again, Pet.” The woman’s face and breasts return, her hands no longer supporting the latter, but it doesn’t matter. “I’m very aroused seeing you like this, Pet. Very aroused. How do you feel about that?”The woman ponders the question as if it was a mathematical riddle. “Flattered, I suppose.”“You suppose,” I say. I’m determined not to beat about the bush this evening, not entirely sure if that will break through her defences or not, but thinking it’s worth a try. “Here I am with a rock hard cock from looking at you, and you suppose you’re flattered.”“I’m sorry,” the woman says, looking mortified. “I-I’m not used to this. I-I…”“It’s all right, Pet,” I say, going for conciliatory again. “It’s just that you’re so luscious, and I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”The woman doesn’t look as if this is an entirely desirable thing, but there is a slight gleam at the back of her eyes.“Play with your nipples for me, Pet. Go on, play with them.”The woman’s hands come into view, fingers slide across nipples. There’s a slight hardening, but she still doesn’t look entirely comfortable.“Go on, squeeze them,” I urge. “Squeeze your nipples.”I watch enthralled as she does as I say, hesitantly, but nevertheless.“Lovely,” I say. “I’ve got a big, greedy tongue longing to taste those.”She blushes now. I sense that this is the moment.“What’s that, Pet?”She reddens a little more. “I’d like that,” she says. Her fingers are moving a little more efficiently now.“Good!” I say, watching her teats harden a little more. “Is there anything else you’d like?”She’s rolling her nipples between almanbahis canlı casino fingers and thumbs, the colour deepening. Her eyes are pregnant with words, but her lips remain closed.“I’d love to tease those nipples with my tongue,” I say.Pet smiles, fingers sliding over her breasts.I decide to up the ante. “Let me tell you straight, Pet. I think you’re one hell of a fuckable woman.”She’s crimson now. Her hands clutch at her breasts. She can’t look at me, at the camera, but she whispers, “Thank you.”“Where are you sitting, Pet?”She blinks, not quite getting it, then understanding. “At my desk.”“Good! Would you do something for me, Pet?”She looks unsure. “What?”“Would you put your feet up on the desk?”She lets go of her breasts. “I’d have to make space.”“Cuck can make space.”There’s a lull as parts of the man heave into view, his arm crossing the lens, noise as things are cleared, the woman staring at me all the while. Then her body shifts. The angle isn’t quite right, though.“Cuck!” I say. “Adjust the camera so I can see your wife’s pussy.”There’s a shudder, a sound. Then suddenly I’m staring straight between Pet’s legs.“Excellent!” I say, regarding the intricate pattern her petals are set in “Pet, what do you think I’m thinking?”I can’t see her face, but I can hear her embarrassment in the silence. “I-I- think… I think you want to… want to… h-h-h-h-have me.”I smile. “We’re going to have to do something about your language, Pet.” Then. “But you look gorgeous, really you do. Tell me, suppose I was thinking I wanted to… have you. How do you like it best?”There’s a new, long silence, during which I stare at the woman’s naked cunt and what’s visible of her thighs and stocking-tops, feeling my arousal increase. “From behind,” comes the reply in a whimper.“Is that true, Cuck? Does your wife like being taken from behind?”“Sometimes, yes,” the man’s voice says, the words getting stuck in his throat.“And do you want to see another man, me, fuck your wife from behind?”“Yes,” he says, in that one syllable sounding as excited as he does heartbroken almanbahis casino at the prospect.“What about you, Pet? Is that what you want? For another man, me, to fuck you doggy-style like you’re a bitch on heat?”This occasions an even longer pause. “I suppose,” Pet’s voice quavers eventually.I smile. “Are you feeling embarrassed?”“A little.”“That’s perfectly all right, but you can say what you like, I can’t see your face.”“I know, but… but…”I wait a little. “Would you like to know what I’m really thinking, Pet?”“Yes,” the woman says softly, not sounding entirely convinced.“I’m thinking how delicious you look, Pet. I’m thinking how I’d love to stroke and kiss your thighs. I’d like to feel your soft skin beneath my fingertips, drag my tongue along the insides of your thighs.”I pause, but there is silence.“Then, because you look so delicious, because you look good enough to eat, I’d love to ease my tongue in among those delightful petals of yours. I’m thinking how great you must taste, Pet. I’m thinking about what’s behind those neatly folded petals, of how I’d love to tease your opening, slide my tongue all over your sensitive nub. How would you feel about that, Pet?”“I’d like that,” she replies, the immediacy belying the uncertainty of her voice.“You can touch yourself if you like,” I say, pleased when her hand emerges and slides towards the spot between her thighs. “That’s it, Pet. Touch yourself while I sit here and imagine how heavenly it would be to stroke your thighs while I’m tasting you. I want to slide my tongue all over, tease your luscious pussy, slide my tongue inside you, slide it over your little nub.”Her hand is moving, tracing a circular pattern on top of her labia.“Oh, Pet! I’m so aroused by the thought of tasting you. Why don’t you open up for me, show me what it is I’ll be tasting?”I wish I could see her face to gauge her state as she brings her other hand into play and pulls her petals apart, but this will do nicely.“Oh, Pet!” I exclaim. “How I’d love to taste you! You really do look good enough to eat!” She’s shiny, and there’s a hint of moisture. “Stroke your pussy, Pet! Stroke it while I imagine sliding my tongue over your nub, kissing you right there, between your legs.”Her hand moves, not fast, not very self-assured, but it moves.“I want to suck on your nub, Pet.

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